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I've never loved my name But I love it in your mouth I've never loved my hair But I love it between your fingers I've never loved my laugh But I love it next to yours I've never loved my lips But I love them on your skin I've never loved myself And I didn�... - Poetry > Free VerseYour footsteps get softer as you leave and the door closes behind you But not all the way because I didn’t hear the deadbolt lock. It creaks slowly as the wind pushes against it I hear your car start. But your glass still sits on the table, dear, half full. It makes me wonder if you’ll c...
- Poetry > Free VerseI am a recluse Impulsive And quiet and calm And peaceful Piling blankets upon pillows Upon bookcases and desks Forming sanctuaries, writing words In cacophonic silence that Echoes And trips my shoelaces And crunches leaves And opens windows Breezes bring goose-bumps to my shoulder And ...
- Nonfiction > Memoir“I don’t like spiders,” she says. The little girl with golden and strawberry tinted hair. She’s the one who said that; the girl with the pink corduroy dress and matching sneakers. “Spiders won’t hurt you,” the other says. The girl with blonde hair a little longer than her shoulders;...
- Hot Topics > Letters to the EditorA few weeks ago, I submitted a story to Teen Ink and I was thrilled to see that in the first couple of days of being online, it was rated and commented on a lot more than most of my other pieces. I worked really hard on this particular story and was pleased to see it get the praise I thought it dese...
- Poetry > Song LyricsChorus My heart was weak to fall For the smile on your face And the strength beneath your arms Holding me in place But my eyes were strong to see Inside your heart's disgrace And now I wish I could believe The smile on your face Verse Your smile had sent me swimming Swimming in ...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionThere was a deflated balloon by the door. There were bottles, cracked and leaking, on the floor. Curtains ripped, furniture destroyed. What had happened? The door opened as he took a step out onto the moonlit porch where I sat. My head stung with pain at each sound he made. I had only invited five p...
- Fiction > RomanceThe thick fog that covered the park was now cloaked with the scent of demise and torture. A dark figure stood, a triumphant smile pulling at the corners of his lips, his satirical eyes on a shadow that lay on the ground whimpering. The shadow convulsed, tearing and clutching at the wet grass beneath...
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